Especially for Someone

I decided to go and check on my good friend bellaswan66, who also has a blog. Turns out she was a little more lonely than I thought she was during the summer. Oh, and also, as a response to your friend’s comment emma, on the ice skating post, we’re all sorry we got you injured. I mean, it is our fault, isn’t it?

 

Sorry.

 

~Especially for you Emma

P.S. By the way, I’d really love to murder a certain coach at school, but since nobody reads this (right?), then my threats are empty.

Centsibility

You’d think people’d have the sense to know when there’s an imbalance. Or maybe most people are just blind like a bat. (actually, bats aren’t that blind). Believe me, I haven’t been intending my writing to give off such negative energy twice in a row, but I need an outlet (my other options were to bang on the piano, or jump in the pool–neither of which will help my health) for my negativity. Wow. I can’t believe that’s a word.

Following up on my last post, I am wondering whether people are nuts, or if they are just starting to incorporate the characteristic of obliviousness to stupidness in their genetic codes. Since I know barely anybody reads this anyways, I can insult all I want, complain all I want, and do whatever satisfies my mood. Oh what a wonderful creation. Typing your feelings. How computerized is the world becoming?

 

~Sorry about the spelling up top–I seem to have gone stupid, according to people

Sometimes I wonder..

Sometimes I wonder whether the world is sane. Or better yet, the organisms that live in it. I should be more specific. My beloved black and white dutch bunny is perfect (I love you Sebastian). My fire-bellied toad is fantastic, when it isn’t grumpy, and the garden snail that has been hanging out outside my window is perfectly wonderful. It would be a little harsh to insult my own race, so I won’t. I’ll just talk on and on and on about…Well, I don’t know. I guess I’m just depressed.

 

~You can tell I am because this is a short post

GLEEEEEEeeeeee…….eeeeek

Would you believe me if I said I was a total and utter Gleek?

Gleek Definition: Someone who is totally and utterly in love with the new tv series, Glee

Well, I am. And it’s taking a toll.

Glee shows a new episodes every wednesday at 9 pm on FOX network. Except for today. OF ALL DAYS. The stupid world cup is on. Baseball. Fah.

Even though I was completely and utterly desolate over finding out that Episode 9 of Glee wouldn’t come out until Nov. 11, I found this and it brightened my mood a bit:

Today, my dad came out of his room, dancing joyfully. When I asked him what was up, he got all excited and told me Glee was on tonight. I informed him that no, it was not on, the World Series was instead. I’ve never seen a straight man get so upset over baseball being on instead of a musical show. MLIA

That was from mylifeisaverage.com, if you don’t know what MLIA stands for. Awesome website by the way.

So, now I get to blog. Win Win? I don’t think so, however much I love emitting my emotions to emotional people who barely read this.

I MISS GLEEEEEEEEEE and I’m not afraid to announce it. It does help that I’m a girl though. Stereotypical people won’t look at me like I’m crazy as much. (yes yes I know straight guys can be a gleek too but still)

~Typing this made me feel better; what a novel idea

Just a little bit..

You’d think that I’d be stressing about my four consecutive tests next week starting tomorrow, but…I’m not. Oh, sure I am, in some sort of subspace consciousness way out there, but it’s far away enough that all I feel is empty and sad. Stress and Empty are not the same thing, however many times they may come together at the same time. For example, I just calculated my Science class grade, and all I feel is emptyness. Not stress, emptyness. (happyness, nyceness, prettyness,)

So, as I look outside my nook window and squint at the very blue sky above me, I wonder if school is really all that important. Sure, if you don’t do well, you don’t go to a good college, you don’t get a good job, you can’t support yourself and etc., but you still have to wonder sometimes if you should really let it consume you like most people (but most people can’t stand to explain to themselves that they really are obsessed with school).

Just a thought.

~of sadness, emptyness, happyness

Lawn Mowers

and..because I am still sick, I am miserable. Lawn mowers and vacuums sound all around me as I lay in bed noticing that the lights dim every time the vacuum blasts. Wonders never cease.

Another good thing about being sick (don’t worry, I am still a pessimist at heart, but I need all the happy feelings I can get right now): I can work on my blogs!

~Lines Scribbled on an Envelope (a poem by Madeleine L’Engle)

There is charcoal in my water..

I am utterly sick.

People who’ve known me for a long enough period of time know to stay away from me when I’m sick. I’d ask why, and they’d look at me. Juuust look at me with big brown (or blue, or hazel, or green) eyes.

Which is how I found out that I am a complete bear when I’m sick.

I blame it on my grandfather’s genes. (forgive me ankgong) It’s not like I had a choice in the matter when they (they…) decided which genes they (i still don’t want to know who they is…because I’m not sure “they” exist) were going to mash up into me.

So, I am a bear. A complaining, grumpy, insulting-with or without-incentive bear.

Beware of the bear cuz she scares. (as you can see, being sick also deranges my poetic skillage)

~Apparently, there is charcoal in my water because of the new water filter that was recently bought. I now get to enjoy seeing little black dots floating around at the bottom of my cup.

P.S. The only good thing that comes out of this grumpy time is I get to read. LOTS. (yes elliot, I finished Airman by Eoin Colfer)

Slow Dancing..not freaking..

10:30 pm

Thank you to the wonderful student council! We finally had a DECENT dance. And thank you to a certain person for being my first slow dance partner…I know what you’re thinking, readers, but luckily, I can’t read your minds. Thank you also to my second dance partner, who is way too tall, but way too nice. I don’t want to say the experience was nice, because that’s just outright cliche. It was what I could hope for, and I’m satisfied for my first slow dance..

My ears are still ringing, and I can still remember the look on Jaion’s face when she saw me. Well, my streak is over, my reputation is over, and the world begins to open up for me.

~Open House Instrumentals (I feel sorry for them)

Cloudy with a chance of..

It rained, but…now it’s gone. I had time to type up a really awesome long post about random stuff, but…it’s gone too. Mostly because I spent my time reading the new posts on MLIA (mylifeisaverage.com).

If anything good has come out of this day, my room is finally clean. I know, random.

~meatballs

Night Lights..

Had to go fetch my laptop from school–

The Lesson I Learned Today: learn how to see in the dark.

The Alternative if I can’t do that lesson: Know where the lights are.

~Thanks dad